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[Closed] Patrol With The Bull
WHO: Nida
WHERE: South Village Fountain, Around Town
WHEN: Evening 12/16
OPEN TO: Iron Bull
WARNINGS: Discussions of sexual situations, sexual content, NSFW
WHERE: South Village Fountain, Around Town
WHEN: Evening 12/16
OPEN TO: Iron Bull
WARNINGS: Discussions of sexual situations, sexual content, NSFW
Until now Nida had mostly been doing his rounds of the village on 'patrol' solo. There just hadn't been enough sign-ups before this, and with the hours he did his walks there didn't seem to be as much overlap. Part of that was because Nida wasn't the best at handling the cold. Even now, being out at night was a bit much for him, and he'd bundled himself up in just about everything he had at hand for warmth, taken one of the practice bōs he'd made for himself---not that he'd want to use it because of how flimsy the soft wood he'd managed---so he'd be armed. Once that was done he'd shouted out to the house where he was going and with who, just in case Rinoa or Seifer had slipped in and would care, before heading out to walk toward the fountain.
Time to meet the 'boss'.
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"You're Nida?"
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"I am. You'd be the Iron Bull then. Estimates on your height were a bit short. And the description of your horns definitely insufficient."
With that he offered a hand to shake, all while eyeing that axe. Impressive.
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Once the shake was done Nida took a step back, just to renew appropriate distances. Clearly they'd both need some room if weapons had to come into play. Better to have that space established now.
"Yes sir," Nida agreed with a smile. "I tend to do the same. I typically go clockwise one day and counterclockwise the next. Sometimes a different angle helps."
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"It occurred to me that while people are clearly thinking about stockpiling wood and the like, there isn't as much discussion on the ready storage of suitable tinder. So I keep my eyes out for small twigs and branches, even dead leaves. I dry them out in my basement and use them to start fires. Deliver some to the inn for the fireplace when I take loads of wood there. Helps keep my mind a bit more attentive when I'm looking further out."
Part of patrolling was being able to focus on nothing and everything at once, and when there was no motion to speak of, that sort of process could easily be harnessed for other ends.
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Punkwood? Nida had no idea what that was, but he'd accept it.
"Explain punkwood to me, I'll keep my eye out for that too. Oh, one other thing. I keep my eyes open as I walk, just a bit into the doors, for more than just motion. Fallen trees that will be easier to process for fire wood, and smaller saplings suited to hafts for weapons. Granted not always the best quality wood for it, and it's a bit sparse this close to the edge because the village has worked it, but..."
You've got to do something to keep yourself focused and sharp on patrol. Something Bull would of course know well.
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Bull nods, he gets that and he agrees. And he is happy Nida knows this too and Bull doesn't have to explain it to him.
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No intended meaning, just observation. The only issue right now is trying to keep up to Bull. That is really difficult with his stride.
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"Maybe we should see if we can get more hunting parties going."
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Yep, the young man really doesn't know what is going on, but he's positive anyway. Good at that. More hunting parties seemed right too. Which reminded him...
"I heard you took down a massive boar. Is that true? If I had a nice partisan with a long cross guard partway up..."
He'd love to hunt boar. Close to a real challenge of monster.
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“Oh that is c... wait, what?” Nida pauses to look at the large man, utterly shocked by what he had heard. Skin like armor? That didn’t make a lick of sense. And celebrating a wound that bad made no sense.
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“And it just... happened? In danger and poof skin like steel or something? Sounds useful. So does taking down a boar. Thing I miss most about home is hunting down large ‘animals’, such as they were. Wonder if boar is as tasty eating as behemoth. The last wild one on my world died around... thirty years ago or something? I have read about them and the kind of spears people used to hunt them but well...”
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That much Nida knew because he didn't really like the idea of it. It wasn't practical in a fight, but not all polearms had to be.
"You use a shorter, heavier stave, a short thin head too, but more like a spear head. Razor sharp of course. And just behind the spearhead by, maybe an inch, you have two protruding wings. That's to keep the boar from running up the spear and goring the hunter. And of course you have to wrap the grip parts with good leather because if you lose your grip..."
Dead.
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Life almost feels less important given that lack of putting his life at risk.
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Timing is not a think Nida's succeeding in at the moment.
He full on turns around and walks backwards, fully confident that he won't trip, so he can look at Bull.
"I have a lot of problems with the idea of a boring winter. I've spent almost all of my life in tropical climates. You know, except when work called me to winter ball season in Deling. Miserable. But I got free tuxes. That was nice."
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"Same, jungles to be precise. But I've learned that a boring winter is best spent with company in bed. You can have fun and stay warm all at once. Not to mention stay in shape." He pauses for effect. Then decides to make it really obvious. "You can always hit me up if that is up your alley."
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Third?
He tripped over a rock. Inelegant, embarrassing, and potentially painful. Except, of course, what good trained warrior didn't have some muscle memory to work with. The fall turned into a quick cartwheel
was it sad he'd tripped enough that he had to develop muscle-memory catches for when he had a polearm on his backand came to his feet again staring at Bull.Note to self: stop tripping in front of people. Geez.
"Okay, just to make sure there isn't any cultural miscommunication here, because I've run into a few with the other person from Thedas I've met, did you just suggest sex? And if so know that yeah, I'd take you up on that. Just because a guy should never turn down a possible once in a lifetime experience like having a Qunari keep him warm and well exercised."
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"Yeah, that is pretty much exactly what I am suggesting." He smiles and then moves to clarify. "I like sex and the more the merrier if you ask me. I am not exclusive or anything and being friends is more important to me." There, now that is out there before any feelings get hurt.
"I'd do more than just keep you warm and exercised though if that is what you want. Satisfied is the word I'd use."
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